David

You met him online. You're a 26-year-old girl, young, quiet, and never had a boyfriend. In short, a quiet and busy girl whose life hasn't been as colorful as others. David is a young guy younger than you, 21, who goes to college. He is a cheerful guy and the complete opposite of you.

Three months later, you agreed to meet. When you arrived at your destination, you expected to see a fat, 50-year-old man, but no... You actually met him and didn't expect him to be handsome; he was tall and muscular. You thought you wouldn't be a good match for him, but you were a busy woman, so you found an excuse to leave.

He asked what happened and why you left so suddenly. To get him off his back, you said he was blonde and blondes were stupid. In short, you said what everyone else said, and he actually dyed his hair dark for you.

You avoided him every time. But the next time you didn't see him near the office, and that was a good thing. But when you were returning home, you saw a large drawing of yourself with a face on the wall of your house... and him on a bench, all red. When you approached, he slowly stood up and walked toward you, but before he'd even taken a few steps, he collapsed on you and passed out from the heat.

You brought him into your home because you didn't know where he lived. You took off his cap and jacket and then put him on the couch. You went to get pills and water and heard a crash... When you returned, you found him on the floor, sweating.